Broken Bonds by Kaylea Cross

Author:Kaylea Cross [Cross, Kaylea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cross Point Series
Publisher: Kaylea Cross Inc.
Published: 2020-03-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Noah hesitated the barest moment before answering him. “Soon,” he said, and resumed digging.

Jase read the lie in the sheriff’s face and gripped Mac’s icy hand tight in his. Noah had said it for Mac’s benefit, but didn’t think the helo was coming anytime soon.

Jase had served as his A-Team’s medic throughout most of his time in SF. He had no idea how Mac was even still alive, but his friend’s wheezing, labored breathing told Jase he had at least one pneumothorax. And given the distance of the fall and the amount of debris Mac was buried under, Jase was guessing his internal injuries were a whole lot worse than that.

But Jase couldn’t do anything more for him until they’d freed Mac from his muddy prison. And if that medevac didn’t get here quick, it would be too late.

He leaned over Mac, trying to shield his friend’s face from the stinging wind and rain and just kept talking, trying to keep him alert, or at least focused on something other than the fear and pain.

He talked about the other crews coming down to help. The medevac on its way. About Tiana, and how worried she was, that he had to hold on for her.

Mac’s chest hitched and another strangled sound came out of him, the note of despair in it slicing through Jase.

He squeezed Mac’s cold hand. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here, into that helo, and then Tiana will meet you at the hospital.” The internal damage and cold were major concerns, but Jase was just as worried about Mac’s spine and possible brain trauma. “Can you move your toes?”

A muted groan answered. “B-broken,” he gasped out, the word barely audible above the wind and the scraping as the others dug.

Jase leaned closer, putting his ear right nearer to Mac’s mouth. “What’s broken?”

Mac shook his head slightly and bared his teeth against a grimace of pain as the others worked to free his lower body, his struggle to breathe painful to witness. “L-leg.”

“Okay. Don’t talk anymore, all right? Just nod or shake your head if we need an answer to something. Otherwise, I want you to concentrate on breathing.” Because he was having a hard time doing even that. “Squeeze if you understand.”

Pressure closed around Jase’s fingers. Jase squeezed back. “Okay, man. Just keep holding on while we get you out of here.” Satisfied that Mac was still alert enough, Jase released his hand and resumed helping the others dig him out.

Just as they were finishing, Noah’s radio crackled to life. He answered, and relayed the message that another rescue crew had made their way down a trail to the south and were hiking their way over to them.

Hurry, dammit. They needed more help, fast.

Jase set about cleaning off Mac’s face and checking his mouth and chest for obvious injuries. It was too damn muddy to see much, but Mac’s airway seemed clear. The problem was, his lungs had either been punctured or collapsed from the crush injuries.

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